And this One low-key just sent me spiraling into an existential crisis about my own life choices. Like, I'm definitely feeling the mood of unapologetically raiding the kitchen at ungodly hours (been there, done that). But also… should I be reassessing my life in general? Maybe there’s a metaphor here about scooping too much into our bowls when we’re just not ready for it. And that cat mom’s face! What even is confidence, right?
It honestly reminds me of the dreaded family dinners where everyone subtly—or not so subtly—comments on life choices. Why do we do this to ourselves? Anyway, if anyone finds me, I’ll be curled up under my own existential blanket, questioning everything. And maybe giggling a bit, because honestly, that cat’s hustle I can respect—though my kitchen blunders are more ‘oops’ than ‘meow-tastic’.
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